Jill Abramson: Built Truck Tough
An excellent, if unsurprising, choice for executive editor of the New York Times.
How tough is Jill Abramson? In 2007, she was hit by a truck at Seventh Avenue and 44th Street. Oh, she broke her femur and fractured her hip and spent three weeks in Bellevue Hospital. But you shoulda seen the damage to the truck.
Her appointment to the executive editorship of the New York Times, announced Thursday and effective in September, makes great sense. The Times is a place where truck-size egos constantly careen past newsroom cubicles and down the aisles, so her superheroine powers as both immovable object and unstoppable force will come handy.
If not for her superpowers, she'd still be a good pick for the job. She's an excellent investigative reporter and said to be a fine editor and a good manager by those who've worked with her. She's understudied for one of the best, Bill Keller. Plus, she possesses a dandy résumé (American Lawyer, Legal Times, Wall Street Journal, and various books, including a forthcoming volume about her puppy).
The only station of the cross that all other contemporary New York Times executive editors have visited, but that Abramson has not, is that of foreign correspondent. Predecessor Bill Keller famously reported from Moscow and Johannesburg. Howell Raines got his ticket punched in London; Joseph Lelyveld served the Times in London, New Delhi, Hong Kong, Johannesburg, and God knows where else; Max Frankel covered Moscow and the Caribbean; and A.M. Rosenthal distinguished himself in New Delhi and Warsaw.
As Abramson takes the top job, her second in command as managing editor for news will be the universally adored Dean Baquet, who also hasn't done time as a foreign correspondent. Their deficiencies should cause little distress: As much as I may esteem foreign correspondents, I don't fetishize. If the 113 "foreign desk" pieces written over 17 months credited to Howell Raines in Nexis helped qualify him for the job, I guess we can give Abramson and Baquet papal dispensations.
If only to increase the velocity of this column, I'd love to share some dirt about Abramson, but in all of my dealings with her, personal and professional, I've found her to be plumb-line straight. Personal: We used the same suburban Metro stop for a time, we were on a Shorenstein panel together a few years ago, and we've run into each other now and again at social events. Professional: In 2008, I contacted Abramson after discovering an instance of plagiarism by a Times foreign correspondent and she investigated. Unlike other editors, she didn't try to use a label other than plagiarism for what the Times reporter had done. I don't think she deserves a halo for standing up for journalism over an employee, but she earned even more of my respect.
Being the executive editor of the New York Times is sort of like being president—only better. You get to live in New York in comfort. All the preening assholes kiss yours. You've got all of this power, but you mustn't use all of it unless you want the planet to self-incinerate. You get to hire the best people. (The downside is all of them are gunning for your job.) The job is only as ceremonial as you want it to be. You get to fight Rupert Murdoch hand-to-hand. In any match between Rupert and Jill, I'll be putting my money on Jill.
Abramson won't have to be as tough as much as smart. Aspiring executive editors elbow their way to the job, as Gabriel Sherman wrote last September in New York. (Great throwaway line in that piece: Bill Keller tells Sherman that the succession question won't be decided anytime soon. Depends, I guess, on your definition of "soon.") But once they become executive editor—as Howell Raines never learned—they're supposed to remove the razor blades from their elbows and keep the talent from injuring one another. Would Raines have been a better executive editor if he had worked as managing editor first, as Keller and Lelyveld did? Nah, but it's nice to think so.
Abramson takes the handoff from a great editor and reporter—and an accomplished Twitter-hater. Bill Keller made the right calls when confronted with the toughest editorial questions: Should he publish the NSA story, the Swift banking surveillance story, and the various WikiLeaks packages? Should he publish a mea culpa for the shortcomings in the Times' pre-Iraq War coverage? How much support should he lend to the disgraced Judith Miller in her refusal to be deposed in the Plame affair? For a great overview of Keller's mid-decade trials and tribulations, see this 2006 New Yorkfeature by Joe Hagan.